( video ; seelie + unseelie )

[brainiest]

(ooc: link to a video representation here! tw for torture/blood)

THE DREAM;

[ It starts of as nothing more than blackness and screaming, the sounds flickering desperately and the panicked breathing soon taking over. When Hermione remembers this moment it's the pain that surfaces first, then the panic, then the horror of her memories, but it takes so, so long for the memories to crawl out and be more than just echoed sounds.

Then there are visions, flashes of a face bearing into her own, whispering to her and a wand moving in front of her eyes, the sound of a curse echoing around her body as she screams with the pain, twitching. Her vision swims, now, from the agony, even as she lies through her teeth - and she is lying, desperately, not expecting to be believed but relishing the fact that even now, when she's on her back on a cold floor with a witch trying to Crucio her to death, she can protect her best friends.

It doesn't take long for the other woman to come back and take over Hermione's light of sight completely, leaning close and shouting in her face even as she tries to bite back desperate sobs. It's almost impossible, not with the ravaging pain that's taking over her, and it's not until the woman moves to the side and jerks forward, body twitching as she does something out of Hermione's vision but she still screams, body lurching and everything twisting as she tries to get away.

Everything is burning pain and agony and there's nothing she can do but breathe and try to keep going, despite her tears, desperate sobs that overtake the entire nightmare. The one word that echoes, over and over, is Mudblood; mudblood, mudblood, each hiss like a stab to her heart and another cut to her body.

Eventually, finally, the screaming is over, her voice is hoarse, and she's left just... Staring. Her gaze is a little fuzzy and distant, a little lost, and her hands twitch a little, her body readjusting to it's pain threshold being pushed too far, too fast, pulling all her energy out of her and leaving her worse for it. Eventually there are more whispered shouts behind her and a hand lifts, grabbing her, a knife pressed to her throat and her best friends in front of her, their lives on the line again and she'd failed --

and then she wakes up. ]

ADDED ABOUT AN HOUR LATER, text;

I don't suppose there's any way to get rid of this, is there? I'm sorry for anyone who had to see that. I'm truly sorry.

Comments

text;

[oursavinggrace]

[woah woah woooaaah not cool. even if it's not someone he knows super well, he doesn't like seeing anyone hurt, and definitely not tortured.]

are you okay

text;

[brainiest]

[ honestly, it takes her a little while to figure out what to even say; she's never had to do this before. ]

I'm fine. It was just a dream.

voice

[peeta_bread]

[He lets out a sad gasp at this. He doesn't know her well, but this was awful.] Hermione! Please tell me you're okay.

voice

[brainiest]

I'm alright! I'm fine. Thank you, Peeta. Really.

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[marred]

Tried.

[ that's all luke's going to say to that. he tried and he failed — the son of hermes is full of disappointments, similarly like father, like son. he thinks hermione will get it, even without so much as him detailing or even specifying what he's responding to first. did he try to wipe his own video from the network and no one else's? did he try to pull hers down? he'll leave it for her imagination to pick at and fluff up. but it's the word he hears whispered, over and over, and sees scratched into her arm, that reminds him of their own conversation, of him sensing mudblood hadn't been a term of endearment or even a proper title to describe the different blood types in the fucked up community hermione lives in. not even he, with his lack of knowledge of the words that are derogatory within her own world, had felt comfortable even saying it upon their first meeting. ]

[ he sends another text, him no longer seemingly ignorant toward what had been stolen from her and placed on display without her consent. it's the war she speaks of — and it's the woman who clouds his vision of hermione, but doesn't so much as muffle her own piercing screams, that has him as angry as the gods. despite his own past of being able to build kids up when they're down at camp, he doesn't know what to say to hermione to make it all better — there's really nothing one can say. ]

[ except he thinks it's best to take a page out of jason's book, the one he had tried to rip between his fingers when he'd called him out on the network, and at least let her know, without so much as saying so, he's here. a pillar of support when he refuses those who wish to gift it to him. ]

Sabrina's a dick.

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[brainiest]

I guess it's time to air our histories, then? Fantastic.

[ She's bitter about it for several obvious reasons. She doesn't want everyone to know about her pain, her scarring, the issues it's caused her until she overcame them. This was one of the worst moments of her life and everyone is privy to it now, even the people that had been there and never known exactly what had happened (harry harry harry---) ]

Bellatrix. And yes.

text. private.

[orcsurfing]

Would you wish for company?

text. private.

[brainiest]

Oh, no, Legolas, it's alright. I don't want to be a pain.

TEXT

[teenyoda]

And I thought I had some not so fuzzy thoughts.

You okay?

TEXT

[brainiest]

I've been better, but thank you, Stiles.

text

[foreignflight]

[ Well, this isn't what he was expecting to find tonight. Even with the strange things happening in the sky, they were all normal. He doesn't even have to stop to think to respond. ]

There's nothing for you to apologize for. They did it on purpose, so it's probably not the type to go away... But that's not important right now. Are you okay>?

text

[brainiest]

It must have something to do with the strange things happening. I'm not the only one, at least. Not that it's a particularly good thing, but.

I'm fine. Thank you.

voice, private

[inafadingcrown]

[Softly:] You needn't apologize.

[And then a pause. There are a thousand things that she could say, that she wants to say, but none of them are quite right. So she settles on something simple.]

Is there aught I might do for you? I know we do not know one another well, but still I would offer what comfort I can give.

voice, private

[brainiest]

Oh, um. Galadriel. I, um - no, I don't... I don't know?

[ She has no idea how she's still at all put together, really. ]

» text

[notafishwhisperer]

You don't have to apologize.

Does "mudblood" mean what I think it means?

[ It strikes a chord with him and it makes him angry. ]

» text

[brainiest]

If you think it means 'dirty blood' or lesser blood then yes, it does.

text; private.

[thebreakingwave]

If you need me, just ask.

text; private.

[brainiest]

I'm sorry you had to see this.

text; private.

[zingers]

[ the single word rushes out, urgent and concerned. ] Hermione —

[ she probably picked text for a reason. don't be insensitive, parker. abruptly switching functions, he hurries the text, too, with more typos and less punctuation than usual. ]

im on it workingon it

hacking ill get it downb or make it private retroactivelyy. wont let it stay up promise

text; private.

[brainiest]

I don't know if there's anything that can be done. The lockets are magic. It's not that simple. Thank you, Peter.

video;

[chromosomes]

There is nothing you have to apologize for. Nothing.

[ He is angry, so angry he could break something; every bone in the body of the woman who did this to Hermione, for starters. But the bitch isn't here, as far as he can tell -- surely Hermione would have told him if she were, right? -- and so all he can do is try to focus the anger, to be protective, to be there. ]

voice;

[brainiest]

John? I...

[ She can almost feel how furious he is and she has to take a deep breath to try and stop herself from panicking. He's not mat at her; he's mad at her situation. She knows that. ]

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[silvergift]

[This is too familiar. Familiar enough to send a chill down her spine, to leave her almost breathless, sick. The screaming, the sound of pain, the swimming vision, it makes her heart ache for this girl who seems so young. Nobody deserves to suffer like that.]

You have nothing to be sorry for, child. Nothing.

voice;

[brainiest]

I - yes, but... Still. I didn't want anyone to see this. To suffer this.

[Text | Private]

[fell_to_hell]

[This is perhaps the one moment where Nico will willingly talk to someone after his own incident with the star. He can't ignore this one, not when Hermione has gotten so close to him.]

My mother was a mortal Italian woman and my father was Hades. Out of all demigods, we're the most rare, and perhaps the most hated. We're treated like we're covered in blood or sewage. In the 40's, we would've been treated as animals or felons because of a prophecy regarding the Big Three's children. After all, who ever heard of a child of Hades being a hero? That's reserved for Poseidon or Zeus' kids.

[He bites his lip as he types out the words carefully. He doesn't know if this helps at all, but he at least wants her to know that he's been there. He's been there; he's experienced prejudice and hatred for being born the way he is.]

I was a prisoner of war in my world. I got captured trying to find something to help seven chosen heroes to save the world. I spent who knows how long in Tartarus, the pit where monsters and only the worst of mortals go. It's nothing short of hell. The air kills you inside and out, and everything in that place is designed to hurt you physically and mentally. The closer you get to the heart of Tartarus, the worse it gets. The only way to survive is to drink from the Phelgethon, the River of Fire, and even then it's like drinking liquid ghost peppers. I was then used as bait to lure the seven demigods into a trap. I was trapped in a bronze jar for a week, unable to escape. The only way I lived was by eating pomegranate seeds from Persephone's Garden, and going into a 'death trance' to use as little air as possible. I still have nightmares about it. It's why I asked for those potions a while ago.

[Text | Private]

[brainiest]

[ All of it stuns her and she has to bite back even more tears. Nico, her friend, has been through so much - all of them have been through so much and it's enough to make her feel sick, to make her want to curl up and cry for all the innocence they'd lost and all the pain they'd suffered through, separate from one another. At least, here, she can help, she can help make his nightmares go away and give him some good, cherished sleep. It's all she can do but she wishes she could do more. ]

I'm sorry, Nico.

[ then a pause, and - ]

I'm good at memory spells, if...?

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[aeviternum]

Hermione, there is no need to apologise for- this. [There is mark of disgust to end his words, not aimed at her. Even so it is calm, too. The young girl was very pleasant to him, and she is a friend of Merlin's.]

This is from your memory?

[It's sort of rhetorical, with an audible ache of sorts in his voice. A trauma no young lady should be put through. And to be sure she needs no more immediate rescuing, in case it happened in this world. Lately Arthur's been told this is what has been shown over the lockets. Merlin seems to understand their workings better.]

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[brainiest]

I - yes. This, um, all of it, it was a nightmare but a nightmare about something that happened. All of this happened to me.

[ She's a little more comfortable with being on video now, mostly because Legolas has held her until she felt better and she feels a little less like a weight is dragging her down towards the pit of nothingness she's been suffocating from. Still, she looks tired, gaunt, sad. ]

It's not as bad as it seems? [ Except it is. ]